2Pac – Ain't Hard To Find Lyrics
(2Pac Talking)
They Say!
(_Intro/Chorus_)
(B-Legit)
Influenced by Crime, Addicted to grindin'
(C-Bo)
Where I can pile up my chips
(Richie Rich)
And niggas call me a timer
(2Pac)
I've been balling since my adolescent years, steady climbin'
(E-40)
Man you mothafuckas don't know nothin' about no timin'
[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
I heard a rumor I died, murdered in cold blood dramatized
Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried
But that was fiction some coward got the story twisted
Like I no longer existed mysteriously missing
Although I'm worldwide baby I ain't hard to find
Where I spend most of my time my California grind
Watchin' for thieves but I'm cautious it's like I'm barely breathin'
Puttin a bullet in motherfuckers give me a reason
See me and hope I'm intoxicated or slightly faded
You tried to play me now homicide is my only payment
I'm addicted to currency in this life I lead
Why the fuck you cowards keep runnin', too scared to fight a G
For the life of me, I cannot see
How motherfuckers picture livin' life after a night of fuckin around with me
And if you don't like this rhyme
Then bring your big bad ass to California, cause we ain't hard to find
(Chorus)
Verse 2
(C-Bo)
I got my Locs on hard hat goin' to war
Breaking them off on sight, stoppin' lives like red lights
Watch 'em pause as I pull my strap out my drawers
And get to dumpin' on they asses like the last Outlaw
Rich, 2Pac, and the Click smoking blunts, loading clips
With enough shit to raise your block in one dip
We bring on horror like Tales from the Crypt
And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick
(B-Legit)
I'm fully automatic full of static and shit
Movin' Dodge van 50 rounds in the clip
I'm riding shotgun with the tint in the back
I plan to have a mothafucking mint in this rap
I'm from the V-A-L-L-E-J-O, Where selling narcotics is all I know
I got blow, speed, bleed, whatever your kind and if you need a mothafucka I ain't hard to find
(C-Bo)
Some may call me Bootsy but I call it timin'
That's while I keeps on grindin'
To the point where a nigga can't stop
Too much scrill in this shit, that's why I'm quick to peel a bitch
Whether it's a nigga or a ho
Get in my way then that ass gots to go
'cuz a nigga steady plottin', I serves hit for hit
And mothafuckas keep droppin'
(Chorus)
(2Pac) C-Bo and D-Shot, E-40, Richie Rich
(E-40) Da Bay, bitch!
Verse 3
(E-40)
Down the steps, abandoned broken down apartment complex
Heavy metal lipstick hairy can't be scary
Playboy, what the fuck is the proof without the drama play?
Nigga, what the fuck you got a gun for if ya gonna hesitate?
Best shake and bake although mine was first to ask niggas
Mothafuckas didn't think I wasn't going do somethin', ask niggas
Threaten your life, ain't like you love him
Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him
(Richie Rich)
I grew up with that nigga, threw up with that nigga
I hear he tryin' to ride, double-edgin' for the other side
But now my Glock be so judgemental, back seat of a rental keep my name out your dental
Nigga, if your gums bleedin' and you needin' more than 20 stitches you've behaved like them bitches
Sideways to the race, heavy in the game
Check the resident it's all the same
We ain't tripping nigga and we ain't hard to find
(2Pac and everybody else talking)
(2Pac)
Hell nah we ain't hard to find
(C-Bo)
Hell Nah
(2Pac talking)
Why them niggas actin like they can't find us
Like like they can't see us and
Like we don't be at the same spots they be at
(C-Bo)
It's the same congregation, Young Pac is back
You know what I mean?
[C-Bo] Nigga be lookin all the way when he see you and shit
It's a celebration, Young Pac is back
[E-40] Motherfuckers better understand this shit
[2Pac]
Ay D-Shot nigga can we get paid man?
(C-Bo)
Oh my goodness we got C-Bo on this mothafucker
(2Pac)
Can we just go there and sock this shit up?
(C-Bo)
Hey, we smokin, and we ain't hard to find
(2Pac)
Drinkin and shit, fuckin with some hurricane
(E-40) A motherfucker's gonna get his Marlboros regardless playa
(2Pac) You supposed to
Sideways to the next light
(C-Bo)
And to the next coast, poppin the mothafucking motion still you know what I'm sayin'
(2Pac)
Money over Bitches! Automatic M.O.B! M.O.B! Money over bitches!
They Say!
(_Intro/Chorus_)
(B-Legit)
Influenced by Crime, Addicted to grindin'
(C-Bo)
Where I can pile up my chips
(Richie Rich)
And niggas call me a timer
(2Pac)
I've been balling since my adolescent years, steady climbin'
(E-40)
Man you mothafuckas don't know nothin' about no timin'
[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
I heard a rumor I died, murdered in cold blood dramatized
Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried
But that was fiction some coward got the story twisted
Like I no longer existed mysteriously missing
Although I'm worldwide baby I ain't hard to find
Where I spend most of my time my California grind
Watchin' for thieves but I'm cautious it's like I'm barely breathin'
Puttin a bullet in motherfuckers give me a reason
See me and hope I'm intoxicated or slightly faded
You tried to play me now homicide is my only payment
I'm addicted to currency in this life I lead
Why the fuck you cowards keep runnin', too scared to fight a G
For the life of me, I cannot see
How motherfuckers picture livin' life after a night of fuckin around with me
And if you don't like this rhyme
Then bring your big bad ass to California, cause we ain't hard to find
(Chorus)
Verse 2
(C-Bo)
I got my Locs on hard hat goin' to war
Breaking them off on sight, stoppin' lives like red lights
Watch 'em pause as I pull my strap out my drawers
And get to dumpin' on they asses like the last Outlaw
Rich, 2Pac, and the Click smoking blunts, loading clips
With enough shit to raise your block in one dip
We bring on horror like Tales from the Crypt
And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick
(B-Legit)
I'm fully automatic full of static and shit
Movin' Dodge van 50 rounds in the clip
I'm riding shotgun with the tint in the back
I plan to have a mothafucking mint in this rap
I'm from the V-A-L-L-E-J-O, Where selling narcotics is all I know
I got blow, speed, bleed, whatever your kind and if you need a mothafucka I ain't hard to find
(C-Bo)
Some may call me Bootsy but I call it timin'
That's while I keeps on grindin'
To the point where a nigga can't stop
Too much scrill in this shit, that's why I'm quick to peel a bitch
Whether it's a nigga or a ho
Get in my way then that ass gots to go
'cuz a nigga steady plottin', I serves hit for hit
And mothafuckas keep droppin'
(Chorus)
(2Pac) C-Bo and D-Shot, E-40, Richie Rich
(E-40) Da Bay, bitch!
Verse 3
(E-40)
Down the steps, abandoned broken down apartment complex
Heavy metal lipstick hairy can't be scary
Playboy, what the fuck is the proof without the drama play?
Nigga, what the fuck you got a gun for if ya gonna hesitate?
Best shake and bake although mine was first to ask niggas
Mothafuckas didn't think I wasn't going do somethin', ask niggas
Threaten your life, ain't like you love him
Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him
(Richie Rich)
I grew up with that nigga, threw up with that nigga
I hear he tryin' to ride, double-edgin' for the other side
But now my Glock be so judgemental, back seat of a rental keep my name out your dental
Nigga, if your gums bleedin' and you needin' more than 20 stitches you've behaved like them bitches
Sideways to the race, heavy in the game
Check the resident it's all the same
We ain't tripping nigga and we ain't hard to find
(2Pac and everybody else talking)
(2Pac)
Hell nah we ain't hard to find
(C-Bo)
Hell Nah
(2Pac talking)
Why them niggas actin like they can't find us
Like like they can't see us and
Like we don't be at the same spots they be at
(C-Bo)
It's the same congregation, Young Pac is back
You know what I mean?
[C-Bo] Nigga be lookin all the way when he see you and shit
It's a celebration, Young Pac is back
[E-40] Motherfuckers better understand this shit
[2Pac]
Ay D-Shot nigga can we get paid man?
(C-Bo)
Oh my goodness we got C-Bo on this mothafucker
(2Pac)
Can we just go there and sock this shit up?
(C-Bo)
Hey, we smokin, and we ain't hard to find
(2Pac)
Drinkin and shit, fuckin with some hurricane
(E-40) A motherfucker's gonna get his Marlboros regardless playa
(2Pac) You supposed to
Sideways to the next light
(C-Bo)
And to the next coast, poppin the mothafucking motion still you know what I'm sayin'
(2Pac)
Money over Bitches! Automatic M.O.B! M.O.B! Money over bitches!
